Passions Flame.... Allegorical Love Story of The Lady of the Lake and The Lady of Avalon....

Sunlight glistens, reflecting retractable shafts of light through oaks high canopy. The quiet padding of hooves echo lightly in the forest depths. Two dappled horses walking with such a purpose as to pose at and prance announcing two ladies ride aflot thier broad backs. In these hallowed halls of natures finest cathedral, all of nature dances with pixies and elves and the farie folk. Pathways are strewn with petals of primrose and columbine. Damsel flies, dance in the air, signalling with spiralling dance the arrival of the Two. A tenderness too sweet that cannot be uttered by human tongue, no words. Ahead there is a Sacred Circle where ancient rites of love were performed. An archway festooned with summer jasmine and passion flowers scent the air with thier heady perfume. Dismounting from their precious steeds, walking hand in hand, gazing into each others eyes, they take their first steps together. The Lady of the Lake festooned in a wine red seaweed dress, tightly fitting to show all her curves her ripe breasts peep furtivley over her bodice. The Lady of Avalon, dressed in a figure hugging Peacock feather dress and bodice.
The stones beckon with an age long calling. They stop and in an instant with no thought of consequence, lips meet lips in sensual bliss. One kiss, lingering, time standing still, a swirling of the senses. Oh that the Angels of heaven were to be jealous of this holy tryst, and fall on bended knees in humble contrition. They step together barefoot onto rose petals, treading softly, with such complete freedom.
The Lady of the Lake kneels in humble repose her dress spreading like red wine across the floor of soft emerald grass. A hand alightens upon her shoulder, fingers squeeze delicately her trembling shoulder. She strokes raven black hair, inhaling her heavenly scent, intoxicating her very sences. Kneeling behind her she unbinds the lacings that have held her bound for so many ages.
My Lady stands, and before me such a view of heaven could be no more heavenly as the vision that befalls my eyes. Breasts ripe and high, her sleek and slender body, glistens in the dappled sunlight. In full and total adoration of this heavenly sight My Ladies face all aglow, I allow her to disrobe me, tenderly, each moment an age of pure perfection. A hand glances a breast. How wonderful an instrument is your Lady when played upon, what exquisite melodies, harmonies echo in the silence of our sacred forest floor. Like silent leaves they glide to the floor. Lips caress lips, tongues explore, ready for her Lover all shame gone, she moans, hands exploring newer places.
The sound of thunder overhead is a deep rumbling, weeping sobs rise in My Ladies throat at her orgasm.The warmth of My Ladies body, her grasping breaths has fanned passion into flames. The stones sing a different song now, a calming, reverberating song. Together they lay, in complete unbounded happiness....